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Translations for those who haven't seen my stories so far : Boot (of car) = Trunk in US of A Knickers or pants = Panties Tuppence = UK slang for two (old) pennies = a small contribution. Tights = Pantyhose Nappy = Diapers Dummy = Pacifier Learn these, I might ask you questions later... sorry, just joking. PETTICOAT PUNISHMENT Christine Scott had a problem with her eldest child. Although she was a single parent she hadn't had many of them. Her husband Steve, her children's father had been killed in an accident some five years before, leaving her with Carol, now seven years old, Mary, thirteen and James who had not long had his fifteenth birthday. Their father at least had the foresight to leave them without money worries and they had a nice, four bed roomed house, all a good size and with en suite bathrooms. He'd come from a financially 'comfortable' family background and had been heavily insured, but no amount of money could replace the kind and calm way he solved problems as they turned up, whether it was at home or at work. Occasionally in the past few months she'd noticed that some of her clothes had moved in her bedroom, all by themselves. Now to compound the problem, Mary had come to her and told her that she thought James had been moving the clothes that hung in her closet. For the umpteenth time in the past five years she wished she had their father to discuss the problem with. Up to then all the children had normally behaved better than she had dared to hope. They were polite, were getting on well at school and generally did as they were told, although James fought her every time she suggested that he needed a haircut. She'd had little cause to worry about them beyond the fact that they had been devastated at their loss, but after five years, although their father was still sometimes in all their thoughts, the sharp pain of his death had faded a little. Now this problem had raised its head, she had no idea how to deal with a son who was presumably gay, his long hair only a very small part of what he wanted to be. It was compounded at eleven the next morning when she had a phone call from his school's headmistress, Susan Judge. Christine was also a friend of hers away from school but it was wearing her head's hat that she asked her to come in to see her to discuss the way James had been misbehaving. When she arrived in the head's study she was told that her son had deliberately lifted the skirt of a very shy girl, causing her considerable distress. She decided to reveal his other problem as it seemed that it might be related. "Are you suggesting that his reason for exposing the girl's knickers was that he was actually more interested in them, not to embarrass her?" the head asked. "I must say that originally I had some doubt that he did it because he's always been a well behaved boy. He claimed an accident, but from what you say it would certainly be a feasible link." "I agree that it's a distinct possibility," Christine Scott told her. "It would make sense." They were both silent for a moment, pondering over the problem. "Do you have any ideas about what we should do about it?" his mother asked. "Have you tackled him yet about his apparent predilection for girls' clothes?" was the only reply. "I really am worried but I don't know how to even start to go about it. I wonder if the problem is rooted in the loss of his father." "Have you heard of 'petticoat punishment' Christine?" When she was answered by a blank expression, the head continued. "Rather than inflicting corporal punishment the idea is to shame the boy into realising the consequences of bad behaviour and involves dressing them in girl's clothes for a period of time. In his case, if he adjusted his stance and speech a little, his stature and features would make him a convincing girl." "The only trouble is that I don't know if that would be a punishment or a reward," his mother commented, adding, "He's getting quite conscious that he doesn't seem to be growing at the same rate as some of his friends. He's actually a little shorter than his sister Mary, who is two years younger and while he's taller than Carol, she's actually almost as heavy as him." In spite of his mother's uncertainty she agreed that they would go ahead with what the head suggested. The next step was to have the boy sent into the study to hear the verdict they had decided and the sentence passed. "James," the head was in the habit of drawing her speech out to discomfort the miscreant, "I've had a long discussion with your mother and have come to the conclusion that from today, Tuesday, you are to be excluded from the school for the rest of this week. At that time we break up for Easter anyway, and I have told her that your mother is to modify your usual dress for that time. However, if you don't do exactly as you are told at home, you will return to school after the holidays in whatever clothes are deemed suitable." James immediately claimed once again that lifting the girl's skirt was an accident, it was just his satchel catching on it caused the problem and he didn't even know he'd done it until later when someone told him. Then the headmistress explained that she had decided that the victim was justified in making a complaint and she had just received additional information making her sure that it was a deliberate act, so now he had to take the consequences. "Mother, what did Mrs Judge mean when she said about suitable clothes?" he asked, once they were in the car, driving home. "You'll see," was all she would tell him. Once they'd arrived at their house he was told to go straight to the bathroom and take all his clothes off. To his excruciating embarrassment his mother then spread a foul smelling gel over his arms, legs and the small amount of fluff that was growing on his upper lip. "It's a good job you don't need to shave yet James," she commented, telling him to wait there and she would tell him when to get into the shower. While waiting, she set about his bedroom, removing every stitch of his clothing, searching everywhere, including his laundry basket for dirty clothes. By the time she told him to start washing, she'd also taken all his shoes away, hiding everything in the locked cupboard at the back of their garage. She had even taken the monitor for his PC and made a booking for him at her hairdresser's. He was mystified by the little hair he had, disappearing down the drain of the shower, making his skin more sensitive when he dried himself on getting out. When he went back into his bedroom his mother was waiting for him with a number of what he recognised were his sister Mary's clothes on his bed. "Put these on James," she told him, handing him a pair of pants. "I can't wear those!" he exclaimed. "They're girls' knickers." "You have a choice," she told him, "either put these on or go naked." He rushed over to the dresser drawer that held his pants, only to find it empty apart from two more pairs of knickers. "Why am I being punished, I've done nothing wrong?" he demanded. "What are you doing to me?" "I know this is going to be difficult for you, but you really have no choice but to wear what I'm going to give you. Once you're dressed I'll explain what is going to happen." "I can't wear girl's clothes," he complained, sniffing back tears. Ignoring him, his mother dressed him from panties out in Mary's cast offs, including her first padded bra. By the time she had finished he was beetroot red in the face and tearful. She placed him in front of his closet, opening the door fully so he could see himself in the full length mirror. What he saw was his sister Mary from when she was only ten or eleven, three years before, as he recognised everything as being clothes she had grown out of. He was wearing a simple yellow cotton, flower print dress, tight enough on his chest to appear to show budding breasts and short enough to make him conscious that he had to be careful in his movements. The result of any ill thought action would be to reveal his knickers with their Peter Rabbit print. He had matching yellow ankle socks complete with frilly turnover under white T-bar shoes which he was only just big enough to fill. To complete the picture his mother had given his long hair a centre parting, giving his face a very feminine appearance. "Come downstairs with me now James and we'll get a little lunch to eat." Christine saw the way he was staring at himself and assumed it was in reverie of how he looked, not noticing how white he had gone. She wondered if then was the time to tackle him about moving clothes belonging to her and her daughter, but decided he had enough to contend with for the moment. She had him lay the kitchen table while she heated some soup and cut up the remaining part of the French stick she'd eaten at breakfast. He sat down at his customary place, at the opposite end to his mother, the two girls had places on each side. "No, James, for the time being you will swap places with Carol, you sit to my left now, Carol will take Mary's place and Mary will sit at the top of the table." It would have seemed a small thing to anyone else, but after his father died he had been told that he was now the man of the family so he should sit in the place where his father sat. From Christine's point of view she felt that if he was to accept his new status it should be reflected in every respect. For James this was a body blow, almost worse than having to wear his sister's hand-me-downs, causing him to cry soundlessly but with tears flowing down his cheeks. She placed the soup bowl in front of him and started on hers, but he didn't move and she had to tell him to get eating. He had got about half way through the soup and taken a couple of bites of bread when he suddenly got up and just got to the sink as he threw up what he'd consumed. Christine told him to take his seat again but not to bother with the rest of lunch if he was feeling that unwell. This wasn't the reaction she'd expected but in view of the way he'd obviously worked himself up, instead of taking him to her hairdressers the way she'd planned, she phoned the girl there that she knew and asked if instead she could call at their house and give her daughter the makeover there that she'd booked. Not only was she willing, she'd already finished with her earlier customer so she could come straight away. "James, someone is coming here to cut your hair, do you want me to keep calling you James or would it be less embarrassing if we made up a girl's name for you and just let her think you are a girl?" she asked him. All he did was shrug his shoulders. "Right then, what name would you like?" she asked, but he didn't respond. "I think Jillian would be nice, I can call you Jill or Jilly. Would you like that? It will be the name we call you when we go out so no one will know it's you." "I can't go out like this Mother," he practically shouted. "If anyone sees me they'll kill me at school. I'll be beaten to a pulp!" "I'm arranging this so that no one will recognise you Jilly." She smiled back at him to put him at ease. There was no response but Christine accepted that it was all a bit overwhelming for him, so continued to talk to him about going shopping or perhaps to the coast if the weather stayed fine, all the while calling him by the name Jilly. It was only thirty minutes later that Tracey, her beauty salon girl arrived and she guided them both up to Jilly's bathroom, although it took two trips for her to bring in all her equipment, including an almost full size salon hair drier. Christine had already explained to her the circumstances of her task, including that Jilly was really a boy, but that he'd misbehaved and this was his punishment. She did include however, that nothing she would do should be completely permanent, except perhaps piercing his ears which she also did. To that end she started by washing his hair then cutting it and putting it in large rollers, applying a very cold and foul smelling liquid on it. Once he was under the drier she took off his shoes and socks, shaped and painted all his finger and toenails with a pearlescent pink nail polish, in several coats, covered in a chip preventing, clear varnish on top. After the rollers had done their work she left them on then rinsed off his hair again and replaced him under the drier while she pierced his ears, placed daisy studs in the holes and brushed onto his lips a red long lasting stain, also giving a light coat on his cheeks. She explained to his mother that it could be removed with a solvent but in any case would have faded a great deal in three weeks. She took up the suggestion of painting in a number of freckles on his upper cheeks and nose area. Christine had looked in with a cup of tea for Tracey and, seeing his toenails, returned later with an old pair of Mary's sandals which she placed on his feet without socks, so that he could show off his toes. As an afterthought, his mother had the girl treat his already rather unmanly abundant lashes with a thick, long lasting mascara. Through all of this Jilly didn't say a word, what his mother thought was having his dream come true was in reality a continuing shock for the boy. He just blotted out all that was happening as it was worse than his very worst nightmare. Once that was established in his mind all he could do was act like an automaton, just doing as he was told, cringing with the humiliation. Eventually Tracey was done, received her fee with a very handsome tip, packed up her things and was gone, only commenting on how good Jilly had been then giggling privately with his mother about how he looked. She had shown him his makeover, but he wouldn't look at his reflection in the mirror she held, he closed his eyes rather than look. He hadn't taken in the fringe of his hair just about level with his eyebrows and the centre parting of his now fuller bodied hair that fell each side of his head, from yellow ribbons, in fat shiny ringlets and looked like Violet Elizabeth Bott in the 'Just William' series of books. With the addition of the cosmetic colouring, there was no way he could now be mistaken for a boy. Christine guided him back down to the kitchen and had him pour drinks and place biscuits on plates for his sisters who, within a couple of minutes had arrived noisily home from school themselves. They ran in then stopped dead. They took in the very girly girl already sat at the table in Carol's place but in spite of his new looks they took only seconds to recognise Mary's old clothes and realise it was their brother. They both screamed with laughter as they renewed their run over to look closely at him. Jilly's day, from being the worst one of his life had just sunk to new depths. "Girls, this is your new sister Jillian," their mother told them brightly, "I'm afraid that your brother was very naughty at school so he's been sent away until after the Easter holidays. I want you to remember though that he shouldn't be exposed to any of your friends, after the holidays, if he's been good, he will return as James. Now, if you hurry up with your drink we can go out and buy our new girl some clothes of her own, don't let me hear you call her anything else." Jilly didn't hear her, he just sat staring at the cup and plate in front of him while his mother went off to their lounge to make a couple of telephone calls, refusing to tell his sisters when they asked what he'd done wrong. "Go and put your coats back on girls." Christine had decided that Jilly was obviously sulking, so took drink and biscuits away from him and presented him with Mary's old mackintosh and when he hesitated to take it, she pulled him round and put it on him herself. She guided him out of the house and into the back seat of the car, again telling Mary that she should take the eldest's seat in the front. She couldn't get over the way she'd suddenly been promoted at Jilly's expense, and asked if she would be the baby sitter when her mother went out. As Christine's trips alone were only ever for a short time, she agreed that Mary was now the oldest girl, so should be responsible. Jilly hadn't been told to do up his seat belt and wasn't capable of thinking for himself to do it. No one noticed until the alarm on the car's dashboard went off and Christine had to tell Carol to help him fasten it as he suddenly didn't seem capable of doing it himself. Their destination was a local shop that sold children's clothes from babies to young adolescence. Their main stock was definitely on the younger end of that scale, but it was all of no interest to Jilly. "This is my new girl that I phoned you about June," Christine told the owner. "My! Aren't you a pretty little girl, sugar." The woman picked him up and hugged him, much to the amusement of his sisters. "We're going to make you even prettier, sugar. Come along with me." She took Jilly into a changing room at the back of the shop and helped him strip off down to just his bra and knickers. "Now dear, Mummy told me about your little problem and I suggested that if we made you look a little less like a boy, it will be easier to go back to school the way you were. Now I know that boys sometimes have something that pokes out when it shouldn't, so I'm going to give you a little something from my sideline that will make things less obvious down there. It won't hurt." Before he even thought about what she was saying, she'd got a small syringe from out of a wall cupboard and plunged it into his backside, where she had pulled down his panties at the back. That done she helped him put on a pair of heavily patterned white tights then a pair of yellow rumba pants and yellow patent leather T-bar shoes. Over his head she dropped a white nylon camisole decorated with pink flowers, then a shiny sateen dress which flared out from the middle of his chest and was again yellow and decorated with masses of lace. She did up a number of tiny buttons up the back, knowing that he would need help to take it off and gave him a pink bunny rabbit to carry. She led him by the arm back out into the shop where the rest of his family couldn't help themselves, collapsing in laughter. June stood him in front of a full length mirror which puzzled him. He appeared to be looking at a five or six year old girl until he realised that it was him. "I've given your little girl here a dose of oestrogen Christine, it will stop any embarrassment because it will shrink things down there, but it won't last long, his natural testosterone will have him back in boy mode by the time he restarts school." His mother could barely get the words out of her mouth to thank her, then she paid the bill and went back out to the car. "Shall we stop off at the burger bar for something to eat girls?" she asked them. Of course Mary and Carol agreed vociferously, Jilly didn't reply. Every time he thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. In the restaurant he was given the children's box along with Carol, which again had them laughing. Jilly took one bite of the food and felt so sick he couldn't eat any more, his mother saw how pale he'd turned and put it down to a physical reaction to the dose of hormones that June had given him. To that end she told him that if he couldn't manage to eat any more he should leave it. His two sisters shared his portion between them. It was with considerable relief he found himself at home after his most horrendous day, but he wasn't left in peace. His sisters insisted that they go all together to Carol's room where they spent an hour 'playing' with her dolls house. His mother then insisted he went to bed half an hour before Carol and more than an hour and a half before the time he was usually allowed up during the week. She took the ribbons out of his hair and had him brush it a hundred times, although she had to do most of it as he wasn't concentrating on doing it properly and she also had to undo all the buttons on his dress, then take it off him. Then his mother dropped a 'baby doll' nightdress over his head which had matching panties and gave him his pink rabbit to cuddle as he went to sleep. What he didn't know was that when she spoke to June at the shop, she suggested an additional way to humiliate her petticoat son. She supplied a strong diuretic combined with a sleeping pill to put in his bedtime drink, saying that as he couldn't be displayed to his friends dressed as he was, it would cause long term problems for the rest of his school life, it was a more private humiliation. After all, she was told, humiliation was the aim of that type of punishment. Christine added another twist as she was due to buy him a new mattress for his bed anyway, so she took no precautions to protect it. He didn't wake up the next morning until after the girls had left for school and then only because his mother gave him a shake. Of course he was in despair when he discovered he was wet and his mother feigned being cross with him. "After you've washed put on these clothes that Mary's grown out of," she told him. While he was dressing she replaced the ribbons in his hair and ensured it hung in large ringlets as perfect as the day before. He was again feeling too sick for breakfast, so just had a drink of squash before he was returned to the shop where they bought his outfit the day before. June was expecting them of course, and had everything ready even though it wasn't obvious to him. In the back room she gave him a booster for the hormone the day before but this time added something that would make him very tired and lacking in energy. Before she had only added things on top of his Peter Rabbit knickers but this visit she removed those, noting how his boy bits hardly bulged them, but them proceeded to fit him with a large towelling nappy. This was covered with pink plastic pants, then another pair of patterned tights, pink this time, then a large pair of pink knickers with yards of lace round the backside. The nappy was so thick between his legs that when he stood up he was forced to adopt a bow legged stance. "Please Miss, I really don't need a nappy," were the first words that she'd heard him speak. "Did you or did you not wet yourself young lady?" she asked. "Just to teach you that you should be more grown up Mummy is going to treat you like the baby you are until you are potty trained." With that she put woollen knitted bootees on his feet instead of shoes, a similar camisole to the one the day before, then a similar design dress, but this one was even younger in style. It was sateen again but this time pink with white lace edging round the little puff sleeves and hem, but the main change was that it had multi-layers of petticoats sewn into it from a sort of Empire style bodice down, but was so short that it didn't cover his bottom with its decoration of lacy knickers. She had a good business with larger sizes of baby clothes, her other customers weren't aware of the trade she did for the adult baby fraternity. Far from being finished with him, the next thing she did was to make him ball his hands into a fist, then wrapped gaffer tape round to hold them in position. They were then inserted into fingerless mittens that were themselves well padded, pink sateen again and with lace trim. Next was to change the ribbons in his hair to pink ones then a bonnet of large proportions placed on his head and secured with a huge bow under his chin. "It's not cold out dear but you'll need this on," she told him, feeding his arms through the sleeves of a pink crocheted woollen matinee coat. She finished his dressing with an over sized dummy stuck into his mouth and secured in place with a thin ribbon round the back of his head, effectively silencing him with a gag. By then he had tears in his eyes, he'd realised that he was going to be shown to his mother dress the way he was. Then an even worse nightmare happened. She lifted his arms through a leather baby harness that she buckled up tightly in place then backed him into a push chair, securing him with clips onto the harness. Seated as he was in the undersized chair, with his knees quite high, ensured that anyone looking at him would get an eyeful of his nappied crotch and he couldn't even get his legs together. "Keep your feet up onto the footrest dear," she told him, "otherwise you'll hurt them, remember that you haven't got any shoes on." It was in that state she returned him to his mother and she, horror of horrors, took over the push chair and wheeled him out of the shop, bidding the woman goodbye and thanking her. He tried to complain to her that he terrified with what she was doing but all he could say was 'Mmm Mmm' to her round the dummy. When he tried to pull it from his mouth, he found that with his fists inside the padded mittens made that impossible. Tears of humiliation and frustration poured down his cheeks. When they got to the car his mother went to the boot and got out what he could immediately see was a baby booster seat which she fitted over the back seat. She returned to him, released the clips holding him in the push chair, lifted him out and put him in the booster seat, buckling him in. Then, instead of driving the short distance home, he realised that they were headed for his school. His mother parked the car in the staff car park and reversed the process of lifting him out and into the push chair, all the while he was vigorously shaking his head as a frantic 'No!' signal. Ignoring him, she pushed him in through the main entrance of the school and along to the Head's office. At any time, he realised, a pupil could walk through there and see him and he had no escape. When she got to the office suite, she walked into the secretary's office. "Hi Sandra, Susan's expecting us," she told the woman behind the desk. "Hello Christine." Then she looked down at Jilly, beetroot red in the face. "My what an adorable baby girl you've got there." Sandra got up, came round her desk and lifted Jilly's head up with a hand under his chin. "Oochie coochie coo little girl, would you like me to wheel you along to your old class to meet your old friends?" she asked him. He replied by shaking his head and at that point he wet himself. He didn't know of course, but he still had a little of the residue of the diuretic in his body and the stress of what he was going through was a step too far. "Perhaps we'll go along later Sandra, after we've seen Susan." "Go right in Christine." With that he was wheeled in to see his headmistress, thinking that at any moment he was going to faint with the humiliation. All he wanted in the world was for the floor to open up and swallow him. "Hello Susan," she greeted the head, "I thought I would come along and introduce Jilly to you in case she has to return to school after the holidays instead of James." "Oh Christine, isn't she a delightful little girl but isn't she potty trained yet?" "No I'm afraid not, she had an accident in bed last night and if I'm not mistaken I think she's had another one just now," his mother and head both went into giggling fits. "I'm afraid she won't be able to come back to her last class if she's not potty trained Mother," the head was enjoying herself. "She'll have to go into the nursery class but of course I'm bringing parent and baby classes for her old year, so her former classmates will still be able to see her when they change her nappies or feed her." Unfortunately Susan had to cut the humiliation session short as she had an appointment, but as they left she told them that the little girl was more than welcome to come down to see her friends any time she wanted to. With that passing comment they left for home, the journey passing quickly for him as he fell asleep from exhaustion in his booster seat. His mother left him to sleep while she made some changes in the house, only waking him when she took him upstairs to the bathroom where he was stripped to his nappy and put in the shower. "Mum, you're not really going to show me to my friends like this, are you?" he wanted to know. "I should do, you know. It wouldn't be any worse than the embarrassment you caused that poor girl at school." Then she smiled. "My little girl should call me Mummy sweetie, then Mummy might find her too adorable to refuse her anything." "Yes Mummy," he replied but again denying he had humiliated the schoolgirl. She took him by the hand back into his bedroom to find that his bed had been replaced by what he recognised was their old cot which had been stored up in their attic some years before. His father had repainted it pink when the girls came along. Before he could complain she pushed the dummy back into his mouth, tying the ribbons attached to it at the back of his neck. She then redressed him in another large reusable nappy and a similar baby outfit to that he had been fitted with at the shop. This one was just as silky, with even more lace but all in a baby blue colour with matching mittens preventing him from doing anything useful with his hands. His harness was also replaced which she used to secure him once he was placed in the cot with the high sides locked up. He was surprised to find that he fell asleep almost immediately which he only realised when Mary and Carol were shaking him to wake him up. "Come on baby Jilly, time for din-dins," Carol told him with glee, as Mary lowered the side of the cot tidying his pretty hair and straightening the bows in it. Their new sister could only mumble dissent as they helped him down then supported him as his legs almost gave way, he couldn't understand why he was feeling so weak, Of course he didn't know the effects of the medications he had received at June's shop were making him progressively weaker by giving him less control of his muscles. As he stood up next to Mary, swaying a little, their mother came in and easily scooped him up in her arms to carry him down to their dining room. Once there he was horrified to see that the cot wasn't the only thing that had been resurrected. Their old high chair was set up next to the chair at the head of the table and in moments he was sat in it, with the table section locked in place. He couldn't have got out even if he tried. "Mmmnooo!" was all he could manage to say once his dummy had been removed. He tried to ask why his voice had gone peculiar but all that came out was: "Mwass affening oo mme?" While their mother left to get their dinners, Mary fixed a plastic 'pelican bib' and Carol came in with a large baby's bottle and pushed the teat into Jilly's mouth. "Drink up baby," she told him, guiding his still mittened hands up to grip each side of the bottle. He didn't want to do as she told him but he was suffering from a raging thirst, so reluctantly complied and started to suck the lukewarm and slightly sweet tasting milk. It wasn't long before only the weight of the bottle seemed to be as much as he could manage to remain holding up. As the rest of the family sat round eating their meals, talking about him, not too him, tears started to roll down his cheeks at the humiliation of his position. Both his mother and his thirteen year old sister were laughing at the sight of their fifteen year old brother dressed like a baby girl, fastened into a high chair and being admonished by his seven year old sister whenever he had trouble holding his bottle between his mittens. His mother knew she shouldn't, but joined in laughing louder as he finally found his mouth with the teat, silencing the little gurgling noises he was making, but still had tears falling from his eyes. With those, his red face and snot running from his nose, he really looked like a baby girl who'd just had a temper tantrum. Once his bottle was empty Christine refilled it, again adding some medication from June at the shop. She was under the impression that it would just help him sleep and weaken his bladder control, something that was shameful for him but didn't expose him to his school friends and thus to long term ridicule. She didn't know that it also contained strong doses of oestrogen, further shrinking his already small penis and starting to make his nipples tender and itchy, and more muscle relaxant, making his muscles weaker and less controllable. It was also the cause of him being unable to form words properly. The medications in no way diminished his cognitive ability, he was thus clearly aware of his degradation but could do nothing about it. After the others had finished their meal and him his second bottle, his sisters used spoons to take turns feeding him a mush of liquidised vegetables followed by stewed apple served the same way. His coordination was so bad by this time that a proportion of each ran down his chin and was scooped up from his bib with the spoon to re-feed him with it. When he made attempts to stop her feeding him, even seven year old Carol was able to hold his hand back out of the way without difficulty as she was now stronger than him. Once his meal was over his mother lifted him out of the high chair, only to find that he couldn't even stand up on his own, he simply collapsed down onto his nappy padded bottom. She was concerned about the way he was crying, becoming almost hysterical over his situation, so much so that she phoned June and asked her to come over. By the time she had replaced Jilly in his cot, he had dropped off to sleep and June was there. As soon as he saw her he screamed and made vain attempts to wriggle away from her. He knew that every time she appeared something even worse happened to him. "Mmmnnooo!" he tried and failed to object to whatever she was going to do. "He shouldn't be this weak," she commented when she saw how he waived his arms and legs with hardly any control and couldn't remain standing. "How many doses of that powder have you given him?" "Just one in each of his bottles tonight," Christine told her. "I said to put it in his night time bottle, that's singular, you've doubled his dose. Let me see what's happened down below," and with that she placed him on the table and removed his nappy. Christine was horrified to see that his scrotum sack was empty and his penis as small as when he was born. "Don't give him any more of that powder." She turned and placed her hand on Christine's shoulder, "he should be OK by the time he has to go back to school, don't worry, his natural testosterone will be back by then." The next two weeks went by in a blur for Jilly. He was barely conscious of time passing and it was with almost only mild interest he noticed that he was able to slowly stand by himself again. He was weaned off his baby food but still ate very little. When they tried to feed him more than a few mouthfuls he was sick. He was not even interested when he saw the state of his body. His testicles had retracted into his body, his penis was a tiny wrinkled nubbin and his nipples were pink, enlarged and sitting on distinct swellings on his chest. He was so used to the constant itch from his chest that he no longer thought about it and having found that he could barely make himself understood when he spoke, he remained silent even when his speech capacity returned. It was Mary who finally managed to get her mother to understand that something was seriously wrong with the way he was acting. "Haven't you seen Mummy, Jilly's just staring all the time." She turned to speak to him to demonstrate. "Jilly...Jillian...James... Look at me." For the first time their mother saw that he was doing what he was told but in a totally automatic way, he was staring ahead then slowly turned his head, but not seeming to see anything. She called June, explaining the situation then asked her to see him herself. When she arrived she began to realise that she was getting out of her depth. Having access to antidepressants she dosed him with them and crossed her fingers. What worried her more than anything was the state of his genitals but she said nothing of that to Christine. The trouble was that Mary was looking over their shoulders and she had no such inhibitions. "You're turning him into a girl for life, aren't you?" she accused the women. "No of course not!" her mother exclaimed, rather more forcefully than she intended. "Then why have the bits between his legs almost gone and why is he growing breasts?" she demanded. "You must have wanted him to turn into a girl or you wouldn't have dressed him like one." "Don't speak to your mother like that," June told her. "I'm here to stop him becoming a girl." Mary had often had cause to complain about her brother in the past, but she knew that he would never hurt her and often came to her rescue when he thought she was being bullied, in spite of his lack of size. Her worries that something bad was happening to him was allayed over the next few days as he slowly appeared to become aware of his surroundings. He still seemed remote to a certain extent but at least he improved when he was returned to Mary's cast off clothes that were rather more suitable for his age although they were even bigger on him now, he was still eating little and had lost what small amount of puppy fat he had. His mother had got a fright when he was reduced to nothing more than a baby, but since then she had given him no more medicines to cause his incontinence, only now a very mild tranquilizer that allowed him to interact with the family in an almost normal manner. The one thing that she didn't want to do though was to waste his punishment, she was determined that he learned his lesson. The trouble was that even after all this he was still denying his behaviour and she was getting to her wits end. She decided to unleash one more threat, hoping that he wouldn't realise that it was a bluff. She threatened to send him back to school after the holidays, in a girl's uniform. "But Mummy, I keep telling you, I didn't even know I'd done it until Mrs Judge told me when I was called to her study. It was an accident if it happened at all." "What about what you've been doing with Mary and my clothes then?" she asked for the very first time. "Was playing with them an accident?" "What do you mean Mummy? I've never played with anyone's clothes," he expressed shock at the suggestion. "Telling me fibs is going to land you in skirts for next term if you're not careful young lady." That gave him a problem. If he continued to maintain his innocence he was going to be thoroughly humiliated and probably beaten up. He decided to give it a lot of thought before he spoke again. A few more days passed, continuing in much the same way as the start. The only thing was that he worked out that he couldn't be more humiliated than the amount he had suffered already. He realised that his mother might threaten to display him to his friends but really she was anticipating him returning to school as James after the holidays because he would suffer disproportionately if he was revealed as Jilly. He therefore came to the conclusion that she was bluffing. The next morning, with only two days before the start of the next term he took the plunge. "Mummy, I know I might suffer because of this but I didn't lift Fiona's skirt and I haven't played with any clothes that weren't mine," he took a breath. "I can't do anything other than tell the truth." Christine was caught by surprise with him saying that. She said nothing to him but as soon as she was able to speak without him knowing, she phoned Susan at the school. "I'm sorry that he's taken that attitude Christine, I think that he is going to have to be punished and the most suitable thing to do is to have him spend a term in skirts. It will be an object lesson to all the boys in the school." "That's terribly harsh Susan, is there no way round it?" His mother was shocked by her proposal, she had only meant it as a threat up to then. "None at all I'm afraid Christine, I suggest that you take him along to get anything you need in the way of a new school uniform and perhaps the reality will strike home with him, he just can't go round doing that sort of thing." She came off the phone and went back up to his room to give him the news. "I've spoken to your headmistress and she's decided that you have to spend at least next term in girl's uniform. I don't blame her, she has to take action to ensure that not only you but all the other boys respect the girls." She could see the shocked look on his face. "Your sisters are coming with us after lunch and we'll go straight along and get you fitted out. I'm not having you coming home and changing into your boy clothes, we'll get you some suitable things for you to wear out of school as well." "But Mummy, I'm telling the truth, do you want me to lie so that I'm not punished." Tears were already forming in his eyes and running down his cheeks. His mother had to leave him to it, she couldn't look him in the face while he became very depressed. Of all the horrible things that had happened to him, the fact that his mother didn't believe him hurt more than anything. His mood fell further when he heard his younger sister cheerfully discussing what he could wear, but he was determined to stick by his story even though he'd never in his life felt so low. He was called down to join them but didn't hear his mother and it took Mary coming to get him for him to move. He was by then again entering a state of deep clinical depression. When they arrived at the large local shopping mall she parked up and had to open Jilly's door and grasp his arm to get him out, aware that he wouldn't want to be seen in public, but determined that the rest of the family wouldn't have to suffer isolation for his benefit and he would soon have no choice. The mother led the way to the junior miss department which also carried uniforms for his school, unaware of the mental state of her son. As the others started to look at all the various offerings, with him in mind, a group of Carol's friends joined them. She drew them away for a moment. "I bet you can't guess who the girl over there is," she challenged them, but gave no time to think about it, she was bursting with the information. "It's my brother James, but he's being punished for lifting Fiona Jenkins skirt up." "It isn't, is it?" they all wanted confirmation. "Yes, but you mustn't tell anyone, he'd kill me," she pleaded. Unusually subtly for a group of seven or eight year old girls, one of them took his picture with her older sister's phone that she'd 'borrowed' and posted it on her sister's page as soon as Carol left them. Oblivious as to what was going on, Christine looked round and saw Carol walking back to join her and Mary. "Carol, you weren't telling those girls about Jilly, were you?" she asked her daughter. "No Mummy," she replied but had her fingers crossed behind her. "Both of you," she pulled Mary away from the dress hangers as well, "he's being punished, but when he goes back to school the headmistress needs a chance to explain his punishment before anyone thinks it's his choice." As she was telling them this, the social media was busy with the pictures being re-posted around many of their school's pupils. It wasn't long before a gang of them, most much older than James and even included some young men had the information of not only what he was dressed like, but exactly where he was at that precise moment. The mother and daughters were so engaged in picking things for their brother to try on, they didn't notice that they'd left him alone. They were completely absorbed in looking at tutus at the time. Carol had asked if he could go to ballet lessons with her and while Christine wasn't sure, she felt that giving him a tutu alone would frighten him into telling the truth. Jilly wasn't aware of anything that was going on, but looked round in a dream, saw he was on his own and surrounded by female garments. That was all that his brain was able to compute, he needed to get away from there. He walked round in the nightmare scene until he found an exit, he had no idea where he was or where he was headed, he just knew it had to be somewhere else. As he walked away from the department store in his trance, he was vaguely aware of other people coming up to him and walking with him, speaking to him, but he wasn't interested in anything they had to say, he just needed to get away. Someone tried to get his attention, but he was just staring straight ahead with his eyes glazed over, a feature that was captured on video and several comments were made about it. Two or three people grabbed him then so he had no choice but to go where they wanted to take him and it turned out to be the scrubby bushes that were to one side of the car park. It was there they made him do things that he was so revolted by it made him retch but he had no food inside him and he only succeeded in bringing up bile. When it was apparent that he wouldn't do what they wanted to their satisfaction they started to punch and kick him, trying not to show their faces as many more of his fellow pupils were videoing it all, a beating that went on until his persecutors became bored with not getting any reaction from his inert body. His mother and sisters were still looking at clothes options for him when Carol's best friend Susie appeared with her mother. The two mothers got talking to each other while the girls looked at a new doll that Susie had just bought with her pocket money. "Can we play dress up again when I come over on Saturday?" she asked. It was Carol's frantic attempts to shush her friend that caught her mother's ear. "What's going on girls?" she asked. "Nothing Mummy," Carol tried to sound unconcerned but failed miserably. "Have you been playing dress up with other clothes, girls?" A sudden thought crashed into her mind but she dismissed it, almost. "Carol, I won't be cross but you have to tell me if you've been playing dress up with your sister and my clothes." "We haven't messed them up Mummy, we've been ever so careful with them." The youngest daughter of the Scott family was close to tears. "Oh Mummy, I really thought it was James, I'm sorry," Mary added her tuppence worth to the discussion. Christine had another thought. "Girls, do any of you know about a girl called Fiona Jenkins being embarrassed?" "Oh yes," said Mary, "it's all round the school, about six girls all saw James bump into her by accident and she thought that it was done on purpose. They were laughing about it," Mary gasped. "That's not what he got in trouble for, was it?" At that moment one of her friends phoned Mary to tell her that something was going on and linking to one of the videos which by now were being spread like wildfire. "Mum, look what I've just been told to watch," she showed her mother her phone. Christine didn't realise the significance immediately, after all she knew that her children were all safe. Then she looked round for Jilly. * * * * * It took nearly twenty minutes to find Jilly. The police viewed the video once they had got to the mall and then were able to fairly quickly work out where it was filmed. He was blue lit to hospital and immediately taken to theatre to have internal bleeding dealt with before they could find out what other damage had been done to him. Christine arranged that her daughters both went back to Susie's house, with an assurance that they could spend the night there. She could only pace up and down in the relatives' room, not facing coffee that was on offer as she knew she would be sick. With nothing else to do she telephoned the headmistress, Susan Judge, to tell her what happened. "I thought you'd investigated this skirt lifting business Susan?" She was furious and it was tempered only a little by her own mistake compounding the miscarriage. "It's all over social media that lots of girls saw the accident that he had, he didn't lift the girl's skirt at all and now he's fighting for his life." Of course the head wanted to know what had happened, but Christine was too upset to give her more than the vaguest details before she hung up on her. It was a long night for Christine. It was established that her son had a fractured skull and he was put in an induced coma to allow swelling of his brain to go down. As well as that injury he also had two broken ribs, a broken arm and two fingers but they were of minor consideration compared to his head. She was told to go home and they would keep her informed but her conscience wouldn't let her. She had to relent and started to drink copious quantities of coffee in order to stay awake. At eight the next morning Susan Judge arrived, full of apologies, explaining that she had asked three times for anyone that saw the incident to come forward and no one had. Christine confessed to her that she wasn't the only one that got it wrong, explaining that it was the younger sister who had caused the mysterious moving clothes. After they saw the consultant at eleven, they accepted that he was going to be kept sedated for at least the next forty eight hours and that his mother should go home and try to get some sleep. Susan came with her and took Mary and Carol out for a few hours to let their mother rest. That wasn't to happen though. The next visitors she got were two police officers and a man from the Social Services and they made no effort to spare her feelings as they questioned her. "Mrs Scott, has your son been treated for any hormonal problems?" the detective inspector asked. "I'm told he has abnormal levels of oestrogen but there is nothing in his GP doctor's notes of any problem." It was at that point she had to explain what had been done to him and by whom. * * * * * James remained in a coma for six more days, but his mother wasn't by his bedside when he woke up, it was his grandmother, his father's mother, who had to comfort him. At least she was able to explain that once his broken bones had healed he would suffer no long term physical effects. The hospital had boosted his testosterone levels and although it would take time, his body would return to normal for a boy of his age. It wasn't until later that he realised that the trauma he had suffered would take a very long time indeed to get over and it would have to be without his mother. Both her, the headmistress and the baby clothes shop owner had been charged with child abuse, it not being accepted that 'petticoat punishment', at least to the lengths they had taken it, were a legally acceptable form of discipline. An injunction had been placed on them preventing contact with James and as the police investigation identified more and more of his attackers, they too were charged. He returned to school eventually, not to his old one but the nearest to his grandparents' house and both Mary and Carol had to do the same as they had also been removed from their mother's care. His younger sister initially blamed him for her mother's short term of imprisonment but after a while and with Mary's and their grandparents' help, Carol came to realise the awful effect his punishment had on him even before the assault. It had been so much worse because he was entirely innocent. As well as the punishment of his mother, his headmistress was given six months imprisonment and told she would never work as a teacher again. The shop owner, June Gibbons, a registered nurse, was imprisoned for two years for assault by administering an unprescribed medication and struck off. Eventually Christine had her legal appeal accepted and was allowed to re-establish contact with her children. Their grandparents and mother sold their individual houses and bought one where the children could remain at their new school but their mother could move in. Her in-laws still had custody of the children but they could again have daily contact with their mother. All this had the backing of James in a letter he wrote to the court, both accepting that his mother didn't realise the significance of the medications given by June and that they all wanted her back. This letter was given considerable weight by the judge. All that dealt with the physical damage done to James, his mental scars took a great deal longer to overcome. It helped that he now felt empowered by his dealings with the court, who made it clear that he was guiding them in their judgements, but it was still two years before he felt able to cope without the support of his psychiatrist. By the time he was eighteen and off to university he was able to face the world with his head held high. He was also the recipient of a trust fund to see him through his education and beyond, thanks to damages from his mother, headmistress and both her business and June personally, swelled by contributions from his shopping mall attackers. At twenty four he married and put the traumatic period of his youth behind him.